The desert spreads out in all directions, dry and hot and bright from the sun glaring down from its' perch in the sky. There's nothing there--not ruins or plants or anything. Just flat, gently rolling sand as far as can be seen.

Well, that's not entirely accurate.

You might hear the clanking first, or notice the glint of light on steel, but in this wasteland with you is a tall, imposing suit of armor, the patterns on it glowing a dull, disturbing red. It stops for a moment when it sees you, then slowly walks closer and speaks with a surprisingly young voice.

"I...I didn't expect to see anyone here."